Ladies. Be careful about knocking on a stranger’s door, even when your friend is with you. You may be afraid of him. You may be attracted to him. You may want to make love to him. What will he want from you?
Warning. This story contains explicit sexual references.
‘Witness’ is Copyright (C) 2014 J.W.Brown
Most of us have been in situations at our work, where someone has been parachuted in on us from above, given a position of responsibility and/or authority not merited by their ability. It is particularly galling for those of us to have to stand by and watch a project fail, powerless to intervene because of [...]
For many dark years, you could not open the cupboard, or the box in the safe. To leaf through the first few photographs would be enough to send you over the edge, to sit on the floor with them spread around you and cry like a lost child. But that was then. Taken from the [...]
This story is informed by an experience I had whilst working in London in the mid-nineties. Although enjoying being grossly overpaid for a job I loved doing, my personal life was in complete ruins, and I’d found an emotional low that I never thought existed.
A brief encounter with a beautiful young homeless girl made me [...]
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The following ’story’ is a thin slice of [...]
Back in my early school Physics lessons, a teacher I respected deeply, spoon-fed me, and other form-members, the beginnings of an understanding of our physical world. The knowledge that everything was held together with energy – in fact that everything was a form of energy, had a deep and lasting effect upon me. My thirst [...]
I have derived the title of this story from a line in verse 2 of Sandy Denny’s lovely song ‘Who knows where the time goes’
Sad, deserted shore,
Your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know
It’s time for them to go
But I will still be here,
I have no thought of leaving
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At one or more points in their lives, parents are invariably asked awkward questions by their children. These questions are usually triggered by some event or other observed by the child. A judgement needs to be made by the parent, whether or not to extend their knowledge of the event to the child, and also [...]
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